It was two years before the horrific plague's outbreak. Two years before everyone I knew would become bloodsuckers. The world would change into a dark, disgusting place. Filled with people who only needed and wanted one thing: human blood.
I met him at a club in New York City. My friends and I had a hard week at our office, and just wanted to hang out, let it all loose and have some real fun for once. He was doing the same. Just having a few drinks with his friends, catcalling at the ladies in the club, and getting as drunk as they possibly could.
"Hey Anna," my friend slurred, barely able to stand straight from all of the alcohol she was drinking. "Go get us some more beer," she said, giggling uncontrollably, even though nothing funny happened.
"Laura, I think you've had enough," I replied, rolling my eyes as she stumbled and had to hold onto our table to keep from falling.
"Oh c'mon. Can't we just have fun for one night? God, I think you're the only one here who isn't drunk out of their mind!" she giggled again, but stopped abruptly when a hiccup escaped her throat, which made her giggle even more.
"Laura, why don't you sit down?" I suggested, watching her pathetically try to dance to the beat of Bad Romance by the Lady Gaga. Amazingly, this song was still on the radio occasionally for its popular beat that everyone seemed to adore.
Just at that moment, my two other friends jogged over to us from the dance floor and took their seats at our tables for a quick break. Breathing heavily, they tried to tell me about how they were grinding extremely hot guys. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I couldn't care less about who they were dancing with.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't all about responsibility. I knew how to have fun, and usually I was the life of the party. But tonight, we decided to drive, rather than catch a cab, and I had to stay sober so I could drive them all home. I was the only one here with self-control.
"Anna, go get us more beers!" Laura repeated, still swaying wildly and off beat to I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. I rolled my eyes and obliged, walking over to the bar, and raising a hand to the bartender so he would come to get my order.
"I'll take four beers," I said to him. I ordered one for myself as well. What harm could one beer do anyway? Even though I wasn't planning on getting as smashed as Laura, she was right. I needed to loosen up and have some fun tonight.
The bartender nodded, and I sat down on the stool knowing it would take about 5 minutes for him to get them to me; it was extremely busy tonight. I even felt claustrophobic sitting there, with tremendously drunk men and women crowding around me dancing, or asking for drinks themselves.
The bartender came back surprisingly, about two minutes after I ordered. With four beers in his hand, he set them down on the table and said, "That'll be $16.57."
I was about to hand him the money, when a voice next to me said, "I'll take that," and handed the bartender a $20 bill to cover my drinks. I turned to my right to see a man, probably about 23 years old, with a short haircut and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on. He was cute.
"You don't have to," I protested, even though I knew the bartender already took the money and put it in the register.
"Yeah, I know," he said, taking his change from the bartender and putting the loose change in his front pocket.
"Thanks," I replied, giving him a small smile.
"So, I can't imagine your drinking all of those by yourself," he remarked, eyeing me curiously.
It was times like this I just wanted to pause time, get a mirror, and make sure I looked good. I could feel my dark brown curls resting lightly on my shoulders and the last time I went to the bathroom, my makeup was still perfectly intact, so I hoped there was nothing to worry about, but still the haunting thought of an imperfection anywhere irritated me. I didn't want to turn him off at all.
"No," I said, giving a small laugh. "I'm with some friends," I explained, my gaze resting on Laura, Stephanie, and Karen all sitting at the table, their faces beat-red from laughing hard at something that probably wasn't even that funny at all
"They look wasted," he stated, furrowing his eyebrows like they were from some other planet.
He turned his gaze back to me and smiled. He had a great smile too. It was charming and friendly, which made my heart feel like it was melting. "I'm Frankie," he introduced, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"Anna," I replied, taking his hand and giving him a small smile back.
"So Anna," he said, cocking his head to the side and giving me a flirty smile this time. "What do you say we ditch this place and go find somewhere cooler to hang out at?"
I stared in surprise. I never thought he would ask me that. Usually, if a guy asks a girl something at a club, it either has to do with going dancing, or sex. I couldn't tell if this was about sex or not, but he seemed decent, and somehow I felt like he was just being sincere, and he honestly wanted to take me to somewhere "cooler" where we could hang out together. And I liked the idea of hanging out with him more. Although I had just met him, I trusted him, so as he waited eagerly for an answer, I gave him the same flirty smile and replied, "What did you have in mind?"
And as I watched him breathe a sigh of relief and start to reply, I realized that the speakers of the club blared at that moment: "I gotta feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night…" Which made me smile even bigger.
A/N: Hey! So I just saw Daybreakers over the weekend and I fell in absolute LOVE with Frankie. So I decided to write a fanfic about him and make up a past life with him and it will eventually lead into the story line too. And I think that the next chapter will be the prologue continued because it was too much to put all in one. So, please review! :D